All in a Day

It happened all in a day. When I woke, I thought it would be a normal day like any other. Everyone out the door by 7:30, me off to work. If I’d known what was coming, I’d have kept everyone locked inside. I’d have declared a board game day and made hot cocoa.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “all in a day.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “All in a Day”

  1. All in a day my life changed because of one selfish decision. You left me inconsolable with scars and bruises on my soul. I had to stand on my feet again, at least for my son, and forgive you for your foolishness. It only took you one day to master the art of abandonment even though you declare otherwise.

  2. Juliette woke up and hit the ground running It was going to be a busy day on the farm, and it all started with feeding the chickens, then cleaning out the stable and finally feeding the pigs. All this done before breakfast.

    Juliette was grateful for the extra help from the farmhand, and she was glad she had hired him because she knew she couldn’t tackle these tasks by herself for long. Come evening time, she had an early dinner so she could relax before retiring to bed. As she put her head on the pillow, she felt a sense of accomplishment to have completed the tasks at hand all in a day.

  3. It’s strange how the events that occur all in a day can change the course of your life forever. It doesn’t have to be one day. It can be in an afternoon, an hour. A minute.

    One moment.

    If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have kept the kids home from school. I would have simply called the attendance office at 6:30 that morning, told the school Kayleigh and Connor were sick, and then called off work myself. The three of us then would have taken a road trip that day, to a nearby town, or driven the three hours to Chicago. Anything.

    Anything so I didn’t have to lose my children.

  4. First thing she remembers about , in the morning , is the lament that her ageing mother breathes into her ear, about having to visit the bathroom for the umpteenth time, that night.
    After straightening the bed, making tea, packing the kids’ lunch boxes, waking them up, shouting them to hurry up with her mouth to closed bathroom doors, she would feed her mother, wave the kids bye from the driveway, rush back to close taps, give bath to her mother.
    After all the morning chaos died down, she would sit with a cup of coffee with her laptop, and sigh!!
    All in a days’ work for her!

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